He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ” Anna nodded. He had recently made Mr. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. Lives by his wits and gambling. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her.
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